Posts Tagged: Random
Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.
Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that. The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are
The desert is the same everywhere. In Africa you find the same sand grains and wind and the sky, which one can find in Asia. In fact, it’s all one big system. The wind that started in the Pacific may
Mostly it’s a space-time bubble When we meet- Our ages: some random integers, Our location: some random GPS setting, Our getup: one from some random novel. Rain, hail, snow or air – The Met department couldn’t get it. We meet
I feel alive even though it’s all dead, Like thoughts streaming from a zombie’s head. I am a star without skies, I cry without tears, Cause once I was captivated by those black eyes, But I still
It’s not just sand spiraling away It’s wind too far out there, It’s an order I can’t understand, A dance of forces I can never dare. It’s a choice I can never form, Like a prisoner of birth. It’s within
My love is supernatural. My love is dark. My love wakes up in the middle of the night And watches the moving cars. My love swims to far off coasts, And visits cemeteries. My love sleeps like a fading shadow